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She gave him a pitying look. “It's al empty, Tom. Empty words, empty phrases.

When it comes right down to it, you're al show and no substance. You think you can come in here and second-guess the management team? I'm here to tel you that you can't.”

Garvin stood abruptly, and said, “Meredith-”

“Let me finish,” Meredith said. She was flushed, angry. “Because this is important, Bob. This is the heart of what is wrong with this division. Yes, there were some decisions taken that may be questionable in retrospect. Yes, we tried innovative procedures which perhaps went too far. But that hardly excuses the behavior we see today. This calculated, manipulative attitude by an individual who wil do anything-anything at al -to get ahead, to make a name for herself at the expense of others, who wil savage the reputation of anyone who stands in her path-I mean, that stands in his path-this ruthless demeanor that we are seeing . . . No one is fooled by this, Tom. Not for a minute. We're being asked to accept the worst kind of fraudulence. And we simply won't do it. It's wrong. This is al wrong. And it is bound to catch up with you.

I'm sorry. You can't come here and do this. It simply won't work-it hasn't worked.

That's al .”

She stopped to catch her breath and looked around the table. Everyone was silent, motionless. Garvin was stil standing; he appeared to be in shock. Slowly, Meredith seemed to realize that something was wrong. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter.

“I hope that I have . . . that I have accurately expressed the sentiments of everyone here. That's al I intended to do.”

There was another silence. Then Garvin said, “Meredith, I wonder if you would leave the room for a few minutes.”

Stunned, she stared at Garvin for a long moment. Then she said, “Of course, Bob.”

“Thank you, Meredith.”

Walking very erect, she left the room. The door clicked shut behind her.

John Marden sat forward and said, “Mr. Sanders, please continue with your presentation. In your view, how long wil it be until the line is repaired and ful y functioning?”

It was noon. Sanders sat in his office with his feet on his desk and stared out the window. The sun was shining brightly on the buildings around Pioneer Square.

The sky was clear and cloudless. Mary Anne Hunter, wearing a business suit, came in and said, “I don't get it.”

“Get what?”

“That news tape. Meredith must have known about it. Because she was there when they were shooting it.”

“Oh, she knew about it, al right. But she never thought I'd get it. And she never thought she'd appear in it. She thought they'd only show Phil. You know-a Muslim country. In a story about executives, they usual y just show the men.”

“Uh-huh. So?”

“But Channel Three is the government station,” Sanders said. “And the story that night was that the government had been only partial y successful in negotiating changes in the DigiCom plant-that the foreign executives had been intransigent and uncooperative. It was a story intended to protect the reputation of Mr. Sayad, the finance minister. So the cameras focused on her.”

“Because . . .”

“Because she was a woman.”

“Foreign she-devil in a business suit? Can't make a deal with a feringi woman?”

“Something like that. Anyway, the story focused on her.”

“And you got the tape.”

“Yeah.”

Hunter nodded. “Wel ,” she said, “it's fine with me.” She left the room, and Sanders was alone again, staring out the window.

After a while, Cindy came in and said, “The latest word is the acquisition is off.”

Sanders shrugged. He was flat, drained. He didn't care.

Cindy said, “Are you hungry? I can get you some lunch.”

“I'm not hungry. What are they doing now?”

“Garvin and Marden are talking.”

“Stil ? It's been more than an hour.”

“They just brought in Conley.”

“Only Conley? Nobody else?”

“No. And Nichols has left the building.”

“What about Meredith?”

“Nobody's seen her.”

He leaned back in his chair. He stared out the window. His computer gave three beeps.

30 SECONDS TO DIRECT VIDEO LINKUP: DC/M-DC/S

SEN: A. KAHN

REC: T. SANDERS

Kahn was cal ing. Sanders smiled grimly. Cindy came in and said, “Arthur's going to cal .”

“I see that.”

15 SECONDS TO DIRECT VIDEO LINKUP: DC/M-DC/S

Sanders adjusted his desk lamp and sat back. The screen blossomed, and he saw the shimmering image resolve. It was Arthur, in the plant.

“Oh, Tom. Good. I hope it's not too late,” Arthur said.

“Too late for what?” Sanders said.

“I know there's a meeting today. There's something I have to tel you.

“What's that, Arthur?”

“Wel , I'm afraid I haven't been entirely straightforward with you, Tom. It's about Meredith. She made changes in the line six or seven months ago, and I'm afraid she intends to blame that on you. Probably in the meeting today.”

“I see.”

“I feel terrible about this, Tom,” Arthur said, hanging his head. “I don't know what to say.”

“Don't say anything, Arthur,” Sanders said.

Kahn smiled apologetical y. “I wanted to tel you earlier. I real y did. But Meredith kept saying that you would be out. I didn't know what to do. She said there was a battle coming, and I had better pick the winner.”

“You picked wrong, Arthur,” Sanders said. “You're fired.” He reached up and snapped off the television camera in front of him.

“What're you talking about?”

“You're fired, Arthur.”

“But you can't do this to rue...,” Kahn said. His image faded, began to shrink.

“You can't-”

The screen was blank.

Fifteen minutes later, Mark Lewyn came by the office. He tugged at the neck of his black Armani T-shirt. “I think I'm an asshole,” he said.

“Yeah. You are.”

“It's just . . . I didn't understand the situation,” he said.

“That's right, you didn't.”

“What're you going to do now?”

“I just fired Arthur.”

`Jesus. And what else?”

“I don't know. We'l see how it shakes out.”

Lewyn nodded and went away nervously. Sanders decided to let him be nervous for a while. In the end, their friendship would be repaired. Adele and Susan were good friends. And Mark was too talented to replace in the company. But Lewyn could sweat for a while; it'd do him good.

At one o'clock, Cindy came in and said, “The word is Max Dorfman just went into the conference with Garvin and Marden.”

“What about John Conley?”

“He's gone. He's with the accountants now.”

“Then that's a good sign.”

“And the word is Nichols was fired.”

“Why do they think that?”

“He flew home an hour ago.”

Fifteen minutes later, Sanders saw Ed Nichols walking down the hal way.

Sanders got up and went out to Cindy's desk. “I thought you said Nichols went home.”

“Wel , that's what I heard,” she said. “It's crazy. You know what they're saying about Meredith now?”

“What?”

“They say she's staying on.”

“I don't believe it,” Sanders said.

“Bil Everts told Stephanie Kaplan's assistant that Meredith Johnson is not going to be fired, that Garvin is backing her one hundred percent. Phil is going to take the rap for what happened in Malaysia but Garvin stil believes Meredith is young and this shouldn't be held against her. So she's staying in her job.”

“I don't believe it.”

Cindy shrugged. “That's what they say,” she said.

He went back to his office and stared out the window. He told himself it was just a rumor. After a while, the intercom buzzed. “Tom? Meredith Johnson just cal ed.

She wants to see you in her office right away.”

Bright sunlight streamed in through the big windows on the fifth floor. The assistant outside Meredith's office was away from her desk. The door was ajar.

He knocked.

“Come in,” Meredith Johnson said.

She was standing, leaning back against the edge of her desk, her arms folded across her chest. Waiting.

“Hel o, Tom,” she said.

“Meredith.”

“Come in. I won't bite.”

He came in, leaving the door open.

“I must say that you outdid yourself this morning, Tom. I was surprised at how much you were able to learn in a short time. And it was real y quite resourceful, the approach you took in the meeting.”

He said nothing.

“Yes, it was a real y excel ent effort. You feeling proud of yourself?” she said, staring hard at him.

“Meredith . . .”

“You think you've final y paid me back? Wel , I have news for you, Tom. You don't know anything about what's real y going on.”

She pushed away from the desk, and as she moved away, he saw a cardboard packing box on the desktop beside the telephone. She walked around behind the desk, and began putting pictures and papers and a pen set into the box.

“This whole thing was Garvin's idea. For three years, Garvin's been looking for a buyer. He couldn't find one. Final y he sent me out, and I found him one. I went through twenty-seven different companies until I got to Conley-White. They were interested, and I sold them hard. I put in the hours. I did whatever I had to do to keep the deal moving forward. Whatever I had to do.” She pushed more papers into the box angrily.

Sanders watched her.

“Garvin was happy as long as I was delivering Nichols to him on a platter,”

Johnson said. “He wasn't fussy about how I was doing it. He wasn't even interested. He just wanted it done. I busted my ass for him. Because the chance to get this job was a big break for me, a real career opportunity. Why shouldn't I have it? I did the work. I put the deal together. I earned this job. I beat you fairly.”

Sanders said nothing.

“But that's not how it turns out, is it? Garvin won't support me when the going gets tough. Everybody said he was like a father to me. But he was just using me.

He was just making a deal, any way he could. And that's al he's doing now. Just another fucking deal, and who cares who gets hurt. Everybody moves on. Now I've got to find an attorney to negotiate my severance package. Nobody gives a damn.”

She closed the box and leaned on it. “But I beat you, fair and square, Tom. I don't deserve this. I've been screwed by the damned system.”

“No you haven't,” Sanders said, staring her straight in the eye. “You've been fucking your assistants for years. You've been taking every advantage of your position that you could. You've been cutting corners. You've been lazy. You've been living on image and every third word out of your mouth is a lie. Now you're feeling sorry for yourself. You think the system is what's wrong. But you know what, Meredith? The system didn't screw you. The system revealed you, and dumped you out. Because when you get right down to it, you're completely ful of shit.” He turned on his heel. “Have a nice trip. Wherever you're going.”

He left the room, and slammed the door behind him.

He was back in his office five minutes later, stil angry, pacing back and forth behind his desk.

Mary Anne Hunter came in, wearing a sweatshirt and exercise tights. She sat down, and put her running shoes up on Sanders's desk. “What're you al worked up about? The press conference?”

“What press conference?”

“They've scheduled a press conference for four o'clock.”

“Who says?”

“Marian in PR. Swears it came from Garvin himself. And Marian's assistant has been cal ing the press and the stations.”

Sanders shook his head. “It's too soon.” Considering al that had happened, the press conference should not be held until the fol owing day.

“I think so,” Hunter said, nodding. “They must be going to announce that the merger has fal en through. You heard what they're saying about Blackburn?”

“No, what?”

“That Garvin made him a mil ion-dol ar settlement.”

“I don't believe it.”

“That's what they say.”

“Ask Stephanie.”

“Nobody's seen her. Supposedly she went back to Cupertino, to deal with finances now that the merger is off.” Hunter got up and walked to the window. “At least it's a nice day.”

“Yeah. Final y.”

“I think I'l go for a run. I can't stand this waiting.”

“I wouldn't leave the building.”

She smiled. “Yeah, I guess not.” She stood at the window for a while. Final y she said, “Wel , what do you know . . .”

Sanders looked up. “What?”

Hunter pointed down toward the street. “Minivans. With antennas on the top. I guess there is going to be a press conference, after al .”

They held the press conference at four, in the main downstairs conference room.

Strobes flashed as Garvin stood before the microphone, at the end of the table.

“I have always believed,” he said, “that women must be better represented in high corporate office. The women of America represent our nation's most important underutilized resource as we go into the twenty-first century. And this is true in high technology no less than in other industries. It is therefore with great pleasure that I announce, as part of our merger with Conley-White Communications, that the new Vice President at Digital Communications Seattle is a woman of great talent, drawn from within the ranks in our Cupertino headquarters. She has been a resourceful and dedicated member of the DigiCom team for many years, and I am sure she wil be even more resourceful in the future. I am pleased to introduce now the new Vice President for Advanced Planning, Ms. Stephanie Kaplan.”

There was applause, and Kaplan stepped to the microphone and brushed back her shock of gray hair. She wore a dark maroon suit and smiled quietly. “Thank you, Bob. And thanks to everyone who has worked so hard to make this division so great. I want to say particularly that I look forward to working with the outstanding division heads we have here, Mary Anne Hunter, Mark Lewyn, Don Cherry, and, of course, Tom Sanders. These talented people stand at the center of our company, and I intend to work hand in hand with them as we move into the future. As for myself, I have personal as wel as professional ties here in Seattle, and I can say no more than that I am delighted, just delighted, to be here. And I look forward to a long and happy time in this wonderful city.”